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Chapter 15 Disqualification in the Human World

Even so, Yokozaki Yukiya kept thinking of that name unconsciously while researching the sewing machine he just got.

Osamu Dazai.

It's just an unimpressive name, but it's like a short spell, possessing some strange magic power, constantly pulling his thoughts towards the other party.

Making clothes is fairly easy.Like grinding metal parts, it is a highly precise and repetitive work that does not require inspiration or intuition. It only needs to reproduce the things on the pattern on the fabric one by one.The main difficulty lies in decomposing and drawing the clothes he has seen into patterns. With his precise vision and brain, the process of making it is not difficult at all.

He should have never seen this person.If it is an ordinary friend of Mr. Zhongyuan in this world, it is not impossible to be just an unknown guy in that world.But when he was searching for the pattern, he accidentally searched for the name. When he saw the names of Mr. Sakaguchi and Mr. Odasaku, he knew that the other party could not be ordinary people.

But if it is a person with supernatural powers, it is impossible for him not to have an impression.Even if you've never seen it, it should have... been written into his ability.

Yukina Yokosaki twisted the thread in puzzlement.

And why did Mr. Ranpo specifically mention Fyodor?Did he see something?Why don't you just ask him for help...

No.

If you get into the habit of asking other people for help, things can go wrong.

He sketched the pattern absently, and a figure quietly emerged on the paper.Yukiya Yokosaki's brushstrokes are scribbled with his unusual, messy lines wandering around, covering the entire paper like blurred sunlight.Black, black, and more black, as if he had sunk in a swamp, even if he was barely salvaged, the mud and darkness couldn't be washed away.

Man is but dust in the universe, but he wants to pull the stars down to the ground.

With a click, the lead lead in his hand broke.

"I don't want to wear a kimono," Edogawa Ranpo's voice suddenly came, "I want a super fluffy quilt and pillow, and the quilt cover should be green."

"Huh?...Um, ah," Yokosaki Yukiya let go of his hand, adjusted the pencil in a concealed manner, and praised him, "Mr. Ranpo saw it, don't you like these patterns?"

"Just use it when you want to sleep," Edogawa Ranbu put down the apple chunks, and repeated, "It must be soft."

"I see, no problem! Then—"

"I want grey," Ayatsuji pedestrians obviously saw something, and frowned somewhat annoyedly, "It's almost fine."

Yokozaki Yukiya: "Ahem, Mr. Nakahara? Atsushi?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at them who were talking to themselves, and finally had no choice but to lower their hats: "It's up to you, whatever color you have."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Then I—"

"No, no, you have to choose the color you want, so it's easy to distinguish."

"Then white?" Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a moment, and looked at Nakahara Chuya, who flew away unhappy to adjust the temperature for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, "Mr. Nakahara, red is very suitable."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Yokozaki Yukiya nodded happily, and said nothing, he wanted to draw a motorcycle on Mr. Nakahara's quilt cover!Anyway, cutting and sewing are fast, and it won't take a lot of time to make a little decoration!

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "..."

He used the still-extinguished pipe to attack Edogawa Ranpo.

Edogawa glanced at him in disbelief without saying a word, and slapped the ashes in distaste: You, a character who doesn't like reasoning, are really annoying.

The brat, who didn't bother to explain because he didn't want to bother him, didn't feel any better, and Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his glasses.

Edogawa Ranpo: "...Ah, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Ayatsuji said before that he wanted plush toys. Unfortunately, unfortunately, Mr. Ayatsuji smokes, which is very dangerous for plush toys—"

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "..."

Yukiya Yokosaki: "Stuffed toys? Okay, I'll place an order for [-] Gulls right now! It doesn't matter if you smoke, I'll take precautions against fire."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "...No need."

Edogawa Ranpo: "Hmph, I'm sorry to say it, it's really confusing, right, should I draw a plush rabbit or a puppet?"

Yukiya Yokosaki: "All paintings!"

Atsushi Nakajima grasped the point: "Do you still want to draw?"

"It's better for Yukina to sleep late today, after all, well, she cried a lot during the day."

"Ah, indeed, it's embarrassing to say, I'm in good spirits now..."

Ayatsuji pedestrian who lost the opportunity to interrupt because of shame and anger: "..."

Very good, I remembered, Edogawa Ranpo.

"Thank you for your completely meaningless reminder. Jian Qiming and the doll are indeed a good match, just like you and your thick dim sum live and die together." He took a breath of smoke calmly.

Yukiya Yokozaki, who originally wanted to draw Japanese patterns for Ranpo, woke up suddenly. Yes, I can draw a quilt snack for Mr. Ranpo. I wonder if I will be hungry when I sleep at night?And it’s a bit difficult to draw, there are so many types of snacks, just draw a safe in the corner, it’s not bad.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Let these two idiots hurt each other, they are more childish than elementary school students.

Edogawa Rampo: "The color of this fabric is very bright, like metal."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "It is also very convenient to draw lines, and even does not require too much coloring."

Yukiya Yokosaki: "Would this color be a bit pink? But the two teachers are right, the lines of the motorcycle must be smooth, so let's go with this one."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

He shivered and pulled himself together, he didn't want to participate in the world of the boss, let him be a cat in peace, Akutagawa-kun, wake up, I don't think I alone can stop Mr. Nakahara from beating up two detectives.

As for the cat's paw print that Yukiya proposed...it doesn't matter, their fighters don't need sleep!

Sure enough, Yukiya Yokozaki was busy until twelve o'clock, drawing and drawing.When the pointers in the living room merged together, Yukiya Yokosaki yawned and put aside the black quilt with the small black animals(?) painted on it.

"Next, you just need to fix the color and then wash it again." He stretched happily, and when he looked up, he found that everyone standing on the table was staring at him.

"What? I have paint on my face?" Yokozaki Yukiya, who would forget the time when he was working, touched his face suspiciously. He couldn't find anything wrong, so he asked strangely.

"No," said Ayatsuji, "Go to sleep. Do you want to hear Chuya Nakahara's poem or Atsushi Nakajima's poem?"

Yukiya Yokosaki said seriously: "Can I have all of them?"

"Okay." Edogawa Ranpo said, "Atsushi goes and calls Chuya. By the way, the light in the bathroom seems to be out of order for the time being. You need to wash in the dark. Let's take a closer look tomorrow."

Atsushi Nakajima jumped off the table without looking back, and turned into a tiger halfway through to speed up, in a state where he could already control supernatural powers.

"Ah, good." Yokozaki Yukiya always felt that their expressions were a bit strange, but it might be because it was too late and everyone was sleepy. Even if the soul doesn't need to sleep, it still needs to rest. He said with a smile: " Let's go to bed earlier, and you can sleep in my room."

"Then sleep in your room, I'm too lazy to walk back." Said Edogawa Ranpo, who has never walked a step by himself since discovering Atsushi Nakajima's magical effect.

"It's just like the accommodation at the hot spring hotel." Ayatsuji pedestrian added, successfully dispelling Yokozaki Yukiya's thoughts of "Is there something wrong?"

"Hot springs! Sounds fun... Ah, what about Akutagawa-kun?" Yokozaki Yukiya, who thought of something when talking about hot springs, turned around, only to find that Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was supposed to be floating there, had disappeared.

"Chuya took him to wash up, only to find out that the light was broken," Edogawa Ranbu paused, and Ayatsuji pedestrians answered, "I can't soak in it at night."

"Yeah, that's right." Yukiya Yokosaki yawned again, turned off the light in the living room, and pushed open the bedroom door.The light in the bedroom has been turned on, and this light is enough to move in the dark bathroom, Yukiya Yokosaki picked up the toothbrush and looked up, probably because Nakahara Chu also used hot water before, the mirror was covered with a faint mist, Can't see anything.

It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly, there is nothing good about his face.

After he finished washing, he was still so sleepy that he yawned again and again, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he almost bumped into a corner of the glass cabinet.Seeing this, Zhongyuanzhong simply fell on him and used his supernatural power to knock him down.

In the dark red light, the young man floating in mid-air suddenly relaxed his frowning brows, as if he had come to the most familiar place, and softly slowed down his breathing.He still had a little consciousness, but it was so blurred that he couldn't tell what he wanted to say. He struggled and yawned, then closed his eyes.

He fell asleep at an unbelievable speed, and before Zhong Yuanzhong put him on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep, as if nothing outside could disturb him.

"It's a low fever again." Nakahara Nakaya took the lead in checking Yokozaki Yukiya's temperature, and his expression became quite unkind.He glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, who had turned into a tiger very sensibly, and walked up to Yukiya Yokosaki's face to sniff.

"Wow." He yelled before he realized it, quickly turned back into a human, and whispered, "Tiger's feedback is very strange. He hasn't smelled this breath before, but he should be someone he knows."

"It's the same as our guess." Ayatsuji pedestrian didn't light the cigarette, but subconsciously tapped his fingers on the tobacco stick, as if he was addicted to cigarettes. "There is a problem with Yokosaki Yukiya's identity."

"This is not his original body." Edogawa Ranpo said, denying himself again, "No, 'unreplaceable' means uniqueness, this is not the body when Atsushi knew him."

"Born in the laboratory, because the experiment changes the body, and the smell occurs at the cellular level." Ayatsuji pedestrians found that he was quite familiar with the relevant materials, and he could recall many basic theories after a short recall. It seems that the organization he was in Human experiments have been used - this is nonsense, Yokozaki Yukiya's laboratory must have official involvement.

Seeing that the two of them discussed all the way to the possible direction of Yokozaki Yukiya's supernatural power, Atsushi Nakajima silently transformed back into the white tiger, sent himself to Yokozaki Yukiya's overlapping hands, and lay down in a ball.

Chuya Nakahara was still floating above Yukiya Yokozaki's head.He was the first to notice the color change in Yokozaki's iris, and he still looks a bit bitter about it.Ayatsuji pedestrians stopped him from questioning, and asked him to deal with the bathroom with a mirror first, and covered the full-length mirror with his coat.

Without gun cocoons, extremely shallow traces of use, strange rejection reactions, and irreplaceable wear and tear, he thought his body would be constant and unaffected by time.All the clues point to this, why did his eyes suddenly change?

and many more.

Ability is a very special existence.It is rooted in the human soul, so to speak, it is the external manifestation of the soul.

"Chuya, go get a flashlight, and a mobile phone is also fine." Edogawa raised the brim of his hat indiscriminately.

"Don't do that," Ayatsuji pedestrian disagreed, "he's a very light sleeper."

"Then watch it when he has nightmares." Edogawa Ranpo didn't want to give up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood, and he didn't move: "If you wake him up, what should you do if the abnormality of his iris expands tomorrow?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the three of them was getting tense, Atsushi Nakajima let out a small "ow" nervously, indicating that Yukiya Yokosaki was still sleeping.Zhong Yuan also simply grabbed the collars of the two detectives and planned to take them to the storage room farthest from the bedroom to talk, talk, talk.

Before he flew away from the bed, Yukiya Yokozaki, who didn't know whether he was in a coma or in a coma, moved, and his palm slipped from his body, gently covering Atsushi Nakajima's coat.

Even in his dream, he seemed to be able to distinguish the touch, and murmured: "Nakajima-kun."

Central Plains also stagnated in place.

"Change back, Nakajima-kun." He muttered vaguely, it was difficult to distinguish the meaning, but fortunately he repeated it so many times that everyone understood what he wanted to express, that is "Change back" and "Nakajima" intertwined sigh.

Atsushi Nakajima arched his back, but slowly relaxed his muscles, and only slightly arched his hand with Mao Mao's head.

The babbling in the dream paused for a long time, as if Yokosaki Yukiya had really fallen asleep, but judging from his constantly trembling eyelids, he was still in eye movement sleep, an endless nightmare.

"……too……"

Yukiya Yokosaki stood in the bright room, raised his hand to block the ubiquitous lights above, and looked left and right.

"Ah, it really is Xingya." A somewhat hoarse male voice came briskly from behind him.Yukiya Yokosaki's body froze unconsciously, then quickly relaxed, turned around to face the other party, and called out his name: "Fyodor."

The thin young man smiled and looked down at him.He looked exactly the same as when they first met, with a snow-white coat and a snow-white hat, like a handful of snow falling from an extremely cold place, frostbite everyone who was stared at by him.

"Long time no see, Yuki."

"Long time no see, Fyodor, have you tricked Shibusawa-san to let you out again?" Yokosaki Yukiya leaned back a little relaxed, leaning on the cold metal instrument, and said helplessly, "If this continues I'm going to have a hard time, you know, both Ms. Christie and Natsume-sensei-"

don't like you that much.

"I have never deceived anyone," Fyodor shrugged, coughed twice as if he was about to be crushed by a thick coat, and then continued, "He did it voluntarily."

No, only the innocent Mr. Shibusawa will believe your rhetoric, so you can rely on Mr. Gogol's favor (?) and Mr. Shibusawa's deceit to jump repeatedly on the verge of being beaten, Yokosaki Yukina twitched The corner of his mouth twitched, and he forcibly changed the subject: "You came here, did you come to me for something? Or is there something wrong with my supernatural ability?"

Fyodor looked at him for a long while before showing a slightly weird smile: "Xingya, don't you hate me?"

Under Fyodor's gaze, Yokozaki Yuki shivered and rubbed his fingers vigorously.Obviously this is the gap between his supernatural ability and the dream, and he can control the temperature and scene according to his will, but he still trembles uncontrollably as if he came to the ice field naked.

"Don't always say such strange things," Yokozaki Yukiya couldn't help his exuberant desire to complain, "If you can have half the literary level of Mr. Dostoyevsky in this world, won't you? I often make such weird remarks.”

"I just want to prove one thing, that at that time the devil tempted me and later told me that I had no right to go that way. Because I was only a louse, like all the rest." Fyodor used With a flat tone, he read the sentence that belonged to "Crime and Punishment", then looked at Yukiya Yokozaki, "If you like this style, I can always communicate with you like this."

Yukiya Yokosaki: "I was wrong, Mr. Fyodor."

"It's good that you know," Fyodor nodded in satisfaction, took two steps forward, bent slightly, put his hand on Yokozaki Yukiya's shoulder, and whispered, "Now, tell me, yes Who reminds you of Osamu Dazai?"

Yokosaki Yukiya was stunned, and suddenly reached out to open Fyodor's hand that was pressing on his neck.But it was too late. At some point, the other party had already taken off his gloves, and his pale and cold fingertips were stuck to his exposed skin, like a white bird landing on a tree branch, light but steady.

Yukiya Yokosaki felt extreme fear.His will was screaming, reminding him to flee quickly, but his body remained motionless, uncontrollably being pushed and shoved by Fyodor's ability, approaching the cliff.

No, that's not a cliff.

At some point, they were already standing on top of a tall building.Surrounded by leaning and collapsing ruins, only this building stands out from the crowd, enough to overlook Yokohama, a city that is still inhabited.On the sea and in the sky, the setting sun slowly fell like a fireball, dyeing everything a strange blood red.Occasionally, sporadic bonfires were lit, and then quickly extinguished in the wind.

He has watched the scenery outside the window through the window of this building countless times, no matter day or night, no matter how bright or dark, no matter how the blood is stained under his feet, no matter how the crime is presented before his eyes.He is too curious, too eager, and wants to go to the world outside the window no matter what, even if he can't touch it with his own hands, but as long as he can see——can see anything he wants to see, he will be satisfied.

But...he couldn't leave that room.That man, that man with no wounds on the outside but bandages on his face, a man with a seemingly sound soul but a shattered man, shut himself in the office, leaving him with nowhere to go.Even if he died, he never really stepped on a single inch of the world outside the window.

"There are shackles everywhere to restrain you, even if you move a little, you will bleed." *

Familiar voices keep ringing, whistling and swarming, familiar and strange, the past that I don’t want to be remembered or forgotten, like the pages of a torn book, come one after another, wanting to return to my original position, no matter what. How can I not find the direction I should go.

"Xiya, you can forget everything," Fyodor whispered maliciously at the end, "but you have to remember this anger, this unwillingness, this pain and the despair it brings. You have to remember , Ability is never a gift, but a curse, and it is this curse that pulls the gods down from the altar, just to satisfy the ridiculously weak wishes of human beings."

"Good night, Yukiya, I wish you a good dream tonight."

"—Why." The young man curled up on the bed seemed to be in great pain. He clutched the neckline tightly, gasping for breath, and soon his cheeks flushed thinly due to hyperoxia.Atsushi Nakajima circled him back and forth, patting his face constantly with his paws, but he couldn't wake him up anyway.

"Yukiya! Yokozaki Yuya!"

"Why...why..." He muttered indistinctly, with words in other languages ​​besides Japanese, but after vague questioning, he switched back to the language used by the island.

"If you hate it, hate it forever." The boy with frowning eyes and trembling eyes said, that kind of grammar doesn't sound like spoken language, but more like written language written somewhere, which he saw and remembered After that, "Even if you get...if...if there is only one person who can achieve happiness, it won't be you...and it will never be me..."

As he trembled more and more violently, a faint white light that only Nakahara Chuya and Edogawa Ranpo were familiar with slowly lit up, it didn't wrap the whole body as before, it only turned around Yokosaki Yukiya's head.Countless characters appeared in it without a trace, and quickly disappeared with Yokozaki Yukiya's calmness, leaving only the last few bluish-white characters wrapped around the top of Yokozaki Yukiya's eyelashes, like protection, and like The cage, the brilliance flowing, illuminated the darkness and silence, and it did not disappear for a long time.

"Human disqualification".

Osamu Dazai.

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The author has something to say:

"There are shackles everywhere to restrain you, even if you move a little, you will bleed" from "Cherry".

I think everyone should be able to guess Yukiya's identity... well, that's it

Fyodor believes that death is liberation, so he cannot die and cannot be liberated. He wants to lead the ignorant world to salvation, but he loses to Dazai.

Dazai, a mysterious man who is still fighting with Fei Jia after his death

There is only one person who is happy and everyone knows who it is (shifting eyes) But Dazai didn't expect that this world is so dangerous, let's finish playing together.

That's why Xingya said that it is a place where no one can be happy and is completely cursed w

Okay, I'm happy to write this, and then I will change (???

I really want to fast-forward directly to the copy of tutoring...

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